Jarvan stepped out of his tent into the fresh spring air and took a deep breath. Looking around the immediate area, he saw several of his fellow High Elves and greeted them in turn. Turning to the right from his tent entrance, he casually made his way to the feeding tent where he could partake of the morning meal before he marched with a battalion of warriors bound for a major engagement with the Dark Elves.
Jarvan was a mage, a recent volunteer for the High Elven army that had hastily been formed when the Dark Elves and their allies the Dragon Kin invaded the realm of Thankora, he could not stand by without doing his part in repelling the invaders, even if he did believe in the ways of peace. He thought at first that the Council would make the effort to create a peace treaty with their estranged blood cousins, but that idea was soon struck down by the ferocious invasion forces.
Gathering his morning meal, he sat down with a group of his fellow mages, offered up his prayers to the Elven Gods and Goddesses and then got stuck in. It was a simple meal of bread and vegetables; Elves didn't eat meat. Once he had finished, he ventured back to his tent to prepare for the march. He didn't need to take much, just his staff and he had to wear his robes while in battle.
Once he was ready, he stepped out and took one last look around before heading to the assembly area that would soon be filled with Elven soldiers and other mages. He took up position next to them at the rear of the assembled warriors, they had to support the army from the rear.
A horn blared and the battalion started marching, heading towards their first real taste of combat. Jarvan was nervous, he had not taken part in a battle until now, and he didn't have a clue as to what he should expect. He had heard mutterings from his brothers and sisters in the group that some of the fabled Dragon Kin would be present, he hoped there wouldn't be as he had heard many stories about their ferocity and fighting prowess, how they could destroy entire armies in a single sweep.
He hoped they would not be present, he planned on surviving this battle and going on to help in many more. While they marched, he went through the spells he could use to deal destruction to the enemy while he could heal his allies, he was accomplished in both of his practices and would do his best to save as many people as he could.
It was several hours before they reached the battlefield. Once there the soldiers all fanned out into their standard formation, with Jarvan and the four other mages standing in a line across the back of the battalion, each of them covering a section. They could see out before them, standing in a similar formation, line upon line of shining black armour. The Dark Elves were waiting for them. No sign of any Dragon Kin which could be taken as a good sign. Jarvan readied his first spell, it would send a torrent of fire towards the enemy, burning many of them. He raised his hand, called upon the energy within, extended it outwards, willing it to burn with the fury of the flame. He looked forwards to see a wave of fire streak through the air towards the enemy, when it landed, it engulfed a small area, cooking the Dark Elves it caught in their armour.
The battle had begun